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The swirling black portal closed behind the four of them, now standing in an unknown land with three people awaiting their arrival. Aisha stood there breathing hard as she listened to her siblings beg softly for the portal to reopen and cry quietly from the sudden removal from their father’s care, interrupted only by a voice speaking in a language that should’ve been foreign to them all, if not for Solomon’s teaching to her,
“So, what now?”. The voice would come from the blonde girl whose hair was worn in messy twin buns.
“We wait for Shigiraki to return, then decide what we do with these visitors from our American associates,” spoke the man who had opened the portal to bring them here; a man whose appearance was that of a dark swirling mass with only a visible steel collar, which Aisha surely knew would frighten the youngest of her siblings.
“No, we can’t stay here,” Aisha blurted out quickly in Japanese, remembering what Solomon had told her before their escape, “You can’t keep us here!”
Her sudden speech would catch the attention of everyone in the room for her understanding of the Japanese language. Aisha would shrink back slightly at all the eyes on her so suddenly, placing her siblings behind her and herself between them and the others. It felt like the tension could soon reach a boiling point as the silence wore on; Aisha and her siblings slowly backing away as a group, looking to put space between them.
“Alright, enough of this,” the third person spoke — a black haired man who looked to have rotting skin stapled onto him — before unleashing a blast of blue flames toward them. Aisha’s hands moved fast, her training kicking in, as she threw her hands — one of which was seemingly made of a white, transparent, glowing substance — out, creating a transparent wall; glowing a soft, pale orange like the surrounding lights of the hideout. The flames battered against it, but the wall held. Aisha would cry out, “Shawn! Get us out of here, now!” She’d glance back at her younger brother — a wiry and easily frightened boy who had been shaking moments prior, but now snapped into action as he heard his sister call his name.
Shawn would clamp his hands together as if he were packing a snowball; the gaps between his fingers starting to glow a faint red. When he pulled his top hand away, what would remain would be a red orb that he’d promptly throw toward what he presumed to be the exit, and seconds later a hole was blasted into the wall of the hideout with a bang; and out rushed the four kids into the night; into Musutafu, and into the unknown.
They ran together through the night, eventually finding a seemingly abandoned construction site — the concrete skeleton of a small office building and a couple walls all that stood here now. They’d climb to the second floor together, making camp in one of the few interior rooms that remained as the tears began to flow again. Aisha would sigh softly as she comforted her siblings: Rowan; her unofficial older sibling even if they were the same age, Drew; her youngest brother, and Shawn. She’d gently stroke Drew’s hair as he fell fitfully asleep on her lap and as Rowan spoke in a quiet voice, not wanting to wake their sleeping siblings:
“Aisha, what was that about? Where are we? Where’s father?” She knew this would happen, the endless questions she knew she could answer, but shouldn’t. “The less you know the better, but,” she’d pause, taking a breath, “father does care for us, he didn’t abandon us.” She knew it’d be a weak defense of what Solomon had done, even if it were true. “Just get some sleep, Rowan, we’ll have to figure out how to care for Drew and Shawn now.” Rowan would hesitate before nodding shakily, having no reason to not trust their sister.
Aisha would sit in the cold silence of the night, listening to the quiet breathing of her siblings, her mind lost in how things had gotten this bad.